Patiently Waiting Patiently

I did something I swore I would never do: I have put Pull-Ups on #4. During the day.

I said something I swore I'd never say: Yes, you can have another snack.

I wore something I swore I'd never wear: Sports Bras are more comfortable, anyway.

I ate something I swore I stopped eating: Truffles rock, man.

I am doing something I swore I could never do because I'm not strong enough: I'm waiting patiently. Patiently, patiently, patiently. I'm waiting as if I have never waited before and this new sensation is something akin to poetry (or a miracle?), because I am not a patient person.

Really.

I make decisions. I make them fairly quickly and pretty deliberately. After I have made said decisions, I make a plan. I plan and plan and plan and plan and then! I do the plan. I am a getter-done type of gal. If I were a word, I would be a Verb. I do not like to wait around for the sake of waiting around. I don't like to wait around for the sake of getting a really good answer, either. And this, dear reader, is the problem sometimes. Sometimes we NEED to wait around for a really good answer. Sometimes, the waiting leads us to a really superior answer. Other times the waiting around creates the amazing answer. And even on occasion, the waiting around IS the answer.

So, I am waiting. As patiently as I can. And when I know the answer, dear reader, I will tell you the answer. If there is one to be had, of course.